The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 22:31:04 -

The wind tore at the hem of his coat. It was a thin garment, woven of wool so fine it barely stopped the chill. Elias held it tight. The fabric was the only thing he owned. It had been his father’s. Now it was his shroud. He walked the grey road. The road stretched into the fog. He did not look back. He could not. To look back was to admit he had left something behind. He had left everything....

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